The first foundation trench was cut before the convoy's engines had cooled.
*CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.*
"EASY! EASY, YOU IDIOT! THAT MIXER COSTS MORE THAN YOUR MORTGAGE!"
"NEXT MAN WHO SCRATCHES A RIG IS WALKING HOME! I MEAN IT!"
Concrete mixers churned in grinding rotation while welding torches hissed against steel joints, and beneath it all, foremen screamed threats about docked wages and construction workers screamed back in the universal language of people who communicated exclusively at full volume.
Kaiden stood with his girls at the center of it, watching the organized chaos spread outward in every direction. What had been open wilderness only a minute or two ago was being carved into a whole new location in real time.
"Are we just going to stand here?" Luna asked, foot tapping against the packed earth because standing still had never been in her skill tree.
Kaiden glanced at the others and found the same curiosity on every face. "Let's take a proper look."
